Sometimes Superwoman
Comes unexpectedly, dressed in black
With a red sparkling emblem across her chest

She comes when you least expect it at the end of a big night when you’re cleaning up and pretending that you got it all together,
But you really don’t

And she looks at you in your eyes and tells you – God’s got this
And calls you sister.
And though you don’t quite know what that powerful sistah-ness means (well you kind of do – you’ve glimpsed it) you recognize it for what it is – you see its struggle in proximity to history –
To days –
but you don’t deserve to claim it as your own

Then eyes embrace,
Dark and sparkling
Struggles subsiding like the slow melt of glittering sunsets at dusk

And you percieve that her emblem lies far deeper than the symbol on her chest